S2 E44: gales of november

 It’s weird, see cuz daylight savings just passed. This means I’m about two months from 2026, a month+ before Liz gets back, four months left to take the PMP, and a good upper body month before deadcember.

Work is moving ahead as usual, the guys and I keep pulling wins out of thin air (social media posts, sales, etc). It’s simple, it’s refreshing, and it’s fun. Like shit, I’ve never done retail or sales before but turns out i kinda know what I’m doing when I know what I’m talking about.

The knee is recovering as always, squatted 205 last week and my physical therapist didn’t yell at me because i used good form. I’ll be real tho, my knee is real sweepy four to five days afterwards. Maybe not my best.

Being on this side of the deployment is wildly eye opening. Like ffs, I’ve had like 3-4 major life changes since February and my spouse was unfortunately a cellular device all the while. I’m sure Liz went through this but like, i think a month+ is simultaneously too long and a bit long enough amount of time away. I’ve gotta clean this house, put up the Christmas decorations, and all the while keep my dailies and weeklies up. This’ll be a fun month.

The faith behind the indestructibility of the Titanic is weird. I feel like humans, by nature, are skeptical people. So for that many people to not only agree on something, but have that agreement be on the hubris of man is wild. I’ve been working on cutting back all of the fortune telling in my life for two reasons: half of the time I’m wrong, and even if I’m right what’s the point? At that point all I’m doing is stealing happiness from the present to pay for tomorrow’s loss.

Anyways, excited for the end of the year. Gonna go see Nate next week for the first-ish time since he moved down, meet Logan, of course see Michaela, and then go to warped tour. Damn, season 2 already feels like it’s headed to the close. I’ve joked a few times how damn hard it is to keep having to right my ship and turn everything around to go back in the right direction…it’s exhausting being so growth minded. I swear to god, next time i fall of the wagon im lighting that sumbitch on fire, parking my happy ass in the dirt and just camping wherever I land.

Don’t try to force yourself to feel emotions somebody else wants you to feel and don’t feel bad if you can’t be/think/feel in a manner they want. That person is manipulating you, they know you’re more valuable than you believe yourself to be. I’ve been joking around recently saying “when i fully acknowledge my actual worth it’s over for you dorks.” And i mean that with my whole ass chest. You should too.

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